每当想起老榆树下那深情凝望着我的背影的老人,我都会忍不住流泪。小时候我最喜欢去的地方,就是那株老榆树下的小屋。太太就住在那里,每次蹦蹦跳跳地走进小屋,总能看见那张布满皱纹的慈祥的脸。太太格外疼我这个曾孙女。儿孙们给她老人家买的糕点和补品,都被她藏匿起来。待我高高兴兴地来到她家时,她就会背着我的两个表哥,悄悄地塞给我一些好吃的。看着我美滋滋地大快朵颐,慈祥的笑意便从太太扬起的嘴角边 Whenever I think of the old elm staring down at my old man, I will not help crying. My favorite place to go when I was a child was the lodge under the old elm tree. The wife lives there, bouncing into the hut every time, always saw that wrinkled kind face. My wife especially hurts me, my great-granddaughter. Children and grandchildren to buy her old pastries and supplements, have been hiding her up. When I came to her cheerfully, she would carry me two cousin, quietly give me some delicious. Looked at me brisk bustling, kindly smile from his wife raised his mouth side